Both Finn and Deacon's concealment spells ensured no one would see them. But in the heat of a riot, with bottles, tables and bodies being flung around, someone could randomly hit one of them despite not registering them, making for an uncanny display that could draw attention.
So Finn and Deacon exited quietly, stepping out through a side entrance.
The street outside was darker now, the sun was setting, but the town was getting heated. Finn could hear similar arguments erupting from other building. The news of the statue shattering was spreading fast, and with it, religious panic.
"This is worse than I expected," Deacon muttered as they moved through shadows toward the rendezvous point. "The entire settlement is literally getting divided."
Finn nodded passively as they walked briskly to their rendezvous point, he looked far off in his thoughts, pondering implications with an idea brewing in his mind.
